After modification, enter the love game

The store manager was a little embarrassed: "Our employees are all off work. If you want to order something, the earliest you can do it is tomorrow morning."

"Is there anything ready-made?"

"some."

The store manager took Luo Zheng to a counter.

The man squinted his eyes and looked at it for about ten seconds, looking like an illiterate reading a newspaper.

"Okay, that's it, let's pack it up."

Luo Zheng thought it looked pretty good.

He went out with the cake, looked at the time, and walked straight home.

When I opened the door, Jiang Mu was reading a magazine.

This room was originally a study. Luo Zheng asked someone to clean it up and turned it into a bedroom. However, it was difficult to get a bookshelf out of the house, so he just put it here.

"Xiao Mu."

The young man raised his head: "Ah?"

"Come out, come out."

Jiang Mu was puzzled, but did as he was told.

As soon as I walked out the door, I saw a giant cake on the table that was as big as a washbasin, as if it was celebrating a 100th birthday.

Because there were three pink fairy peaches made on the cake with cream.

"So today is your birthday, Professor?"

Jiang Mu was surprised, "Why didn't you say anything?"

He paused, "It's just that the cake isn't quite suitable. Professor, you are in your prime, and this cake looks a bit old-fashioned."

Luo Zheng: "..."

He was silent for two seconds, his expression like an elder asking a child how to delete ads on his phone.

"Is there anything particular about this?"

"I don't really know, I just read it in a book." Jiang Mu said, "But the meaning of the fairy peach is definitely to wish longevity. I often see this on TV when old people celebrate their 100th birthday."

When Jiang Mu turned his head, he saw Luo Zheng's expression as if he was constipated.

"……professor?"

"No, it's okay."

Luo Zheng's tone was somewhat awkward.

"Actually, I bought this for you, for your birthday."

Jiang Mu was stunned.

"……what?"

"Ahem, at first I wanted to light the candles before calling you out. I saw students light candles on their birthdays, make a wish and blow them out. Then I realized I had lost the candles on the way back... Mainly because the cake is quite heavy."

The man looked embarrassed. "I don't know when your birthday is, but I heard from a teacher at school that children have to celebrate their birthdays several times. After all, no one will celebrate birthdays when they grow up. If they don't celebrate birthdays when they are young, their childhood will be incomplete."

"So I thought, since I don't know your birthday, I'll just count from the first time you came to my house. Birthday, birthday, the day of rebirth. I think that day is also a rebirth for you..."

Jiang Mu was silent.

He looked quietly at the huge cake on the table and listened quietly to the man's chattering.

As quiet as the stones at the bottom of a lake.

Maybe young people are too quiet.

The man's voice became lower and lower, and in the end, his tone even became a little cautious.

"Um...did I buy the wrong cake?"

"……No."

Jiang Mu said in a serious tone.

"I didn't buy the wrong one. The cake is good...really good. I like this kind. The portion is big and it's enough to eat for several days."

Upon hearing this, Luo Zheng happily cut a piece of the cake, put it on a plate, and handed it over attentively.

"That's good, that's good...try it?"

Jiang Mu took it.

He looked at the cake on the plate, which was cut crookedly, as if every inch of it showed the poor knife skills.

He was silent for a long time.

After a long time, he picked up the chopsticks, gently pinched off a small piece, and took a little bit of fruit, bread, and butter each.

Put it in your mouth.

"How does it taste?" Luo Zheng asked expectantly.

"good to eat."

Jiang Mu said softly.

“…I’ve never eaten anything so delicious.”

The butter melts in your mouth, and the bread turns into sweet residue as you chew it.

But Jiang Mu still didn't swallow it.

It was as if it wanted to chew every grain of flour into the tiniest particles.

The camera focused on his young face.

Shine out the moist luster in those eyes that will never be allowed to flow down.

The screen goes off.

NO.11 Sticks, cakes, and Shura Field

The next morning, when Jiang Quhan opened the door, he saw a girl standing in front of the gate of Shennong clan.

She is a very pretty and lively girl, with a puffy white shirt, neat jeans, and a bouncing ponytail.

She squatted in front of the stone lion at the gate of the Shennong clan with a serious face, as if she was thinking about what it would taste like if it was alive.

"Hello?"

Jiang Quhan greeted him tentatively.

The girl stood up, patted her legs, and said in a crisp and cheerful voice:

"Good morning!"

"You are……"

"My name is Lv Ling'er, Lv in double mouth, Ling in exquisiteness. May I ask if this is classmate Jiang Mu's home?"

Jiang Quhan's expression suddenly became interesting.

"Yes, yes, it is indeed the home of my evil beast."

Lu Linger: “?”

"Sorry, couldn't help myself."

Jiang Quhan changed the subject without leaving a trace.

"Are you Xiao Mu's friend?"

"Yeah, I'm his deskmate."

"Come to play with Jiang Mu?"

"Come and give him something to eat. Is he home?"

"Yes, yes, in the house."

Only then did Jiang Quhan notice a handbag on the steps. Perhaps the girl felt it was too tiring to carry it, so she just put it there.

It was a white, opaque bag with golden, unfamiliar English nouns on the surface. There was probably a square object inside, but I couldn't see clearly.

"I hope I didn't disturb you?" Lu Ling'er was very polite.

"No, no, come and play anytime, just treat it as your own home."

Jiang Quhan was all smiles.

It was a smile whose meaning was hard to describe, and it made him feel vaguely familiar.

Thinking about it carefully, it seemed that many old men in the welfare home used to look at Xiaomei and me with this kind of smile.

It was as if I saw something wonderful was about to happen, or had already happened.

The two exchanged a few pleasantries, mostly talking about how Jiang Mu was doing in school and whether he bullied Lu Linger or something like that.

"I have something urgent to do here, so I'll leave first. You two can just play with your classmates." Jiang Quhan looked at his watch. "He's in the inner room, the third building on the right after the door. Go in and go to the second room on the left. Be careful not to get lost. If you really get lost, call Xiaomu."

Lu Linger: “…”

It turns out that a wealthy family’s house can really be so big that you can get lost.

She felt that she had gained some knowledge that she would never use in the future.

After saying this, Jiang Quhan left in a hurry. Lu Linger said "Goodbye, uncle" obediently, watched him leave, then carefully picked up the white bag, walked in, and closed the door.

Then she understood why Jiang Quhan said "Don't get lost".

Because this place is really big, so big that it looks like a town in the sky, with the scattered and unique feeling of a garden in the forest.

In the middle of the yard, a huge sycamore tree stood tall. When the wind blew, the whole yard was filled with rustling sounds, and clusters of leaves fell, covering large areas of the ground.

Lu Ling'er stared at the sycamore tree for a few seconds and thought that this place was so big and it looked especially suitable for open-air barbecue.

Before, her father took a family of four to the river for an open-air barbecue. The man calculated the holiday time, prepared the ingredients, prepared the barbecue grill, and even investigated the road conditions to ensure there would be no traffic jams. The charcoal was high-quality charcoal sent by a friend.

My father proudly said that when this kind of charcoal is used to roast the meat and the fat drips onto the red-hot charcoal surface, it makes a pleasant "sizzling" sound.

At that time, Lu Ling'er thought this would definitely be a delicious meal.

Coincidentally, the mosquitoes by the river thought the same.

Anyway, the barbecue ended in a dismal way, which made little Lu Linger understand what "regret is that you lose something you could have had"...

Fortunately, after returning home, my mother stir-fried the lamb she was going to roast and sprinkled it with cumin, and ate it with wraps. It was especially delicious.

Everyone enjoyed the meal except Dad.

Because Dad was forbidden to eat mutton that night.

I can only wrap the green onions in a burrito in frustration.

That resentment even affected Jiang Mu's sleep a few years later.

Jiang Mu opened his eyes, stared at the ceiling for a while, stood up, yawned, and wondered whether he should continue sleeping.

There's no class today anyway.

On days when I don’t have classes, I just lie in bed and waste time doing nothing.

"Awake?" a voice asked.

"Well, wake up."

Jiang Mu answered subconsciously.

"What would you like to eat in the morning?" the voice continued.

"Let me think, there are fried dough sticks...

……Um? "

Probably, two seconds of silence.

Jiang Mu silently turned his head and looked at the girl who was sitting in the ergonomic chair that he bought for more than 500 yuan, looking very familiar.

The girl looked at him too.